The Message [Intro] lyrics

2003, came to this Earth, to take the crown
I know was destined for this, since all I listened to
Was Eminem, Nas, and Pac, in my old house
After all the sh*t I've been through one thing I've tried
To figure out, is the game, something I should be in?
Should I want to destroy n*ggas, for dissing me
On the gram, when they still at home spitting freestyles
While doing dishes, but I just look like a hypocrite
Don't I, that's what every n*gga said
That I'm stealing n*ggas flows, and I'm making it my own
When I birthed my own style, from ICP, and Cypress Hill
And Eminem, Tech N9ne, Twista, Twisted Insane
f*ck the fame, I think I've explained how good I am
In this game, but let me discuss something
This game is like a pornstar getting f*cked
Cause as soon as a rappers song on the board
The bullsh*t will come, and they bragging and screaming
How they have many songs on it, when I have never seen
This n*gga spit something that's not having to do
With screaming and bragging, and I know fans
Get mad, because they favorite rapper be trash
And I just give a opinion, but they majority blocks it out
But when I'm trying to explain to these rappers
That yes, they suck, they wanna go
And make diss records, and go viral, the f*ck
This game is fulled of missing puzzles for real
That or a piece of these rappers brains, got eaten by eels
At this point, these rappers are either retarded or dumb
If 4 mil on a house, don't show you, then you really be done
You made it out ya momma house, from slanging rocks
Near the black top, when in reality, you didn't sell sh*t
You just talk about it for clout stocks, and f*ck clout
This generation is some queers, honestly I have the balls
To make these rappers disappear, for real
But I noticed something about this year
It only took a year for Soundcloud rap, to be on radio
For everyone to hear, but I'm not impressed
By how they really going about fame, taking it
And claiming at as there game, for they own gain
But the bread you collecting, ain't bringing nothing to ya name
But beef that you can't settle, and fighting with jewelers
Over chains, so you yell over the gram, staple of the evil
Doing the dumbest sh*t, while claiming that "I kill people!"
I know one thing n*ggas will have a question about
Who this going against, what's the anger about?
Since last year, I've thought about it, and ended up thinking
That these rappers might as well pay me
Cause all of em, are some b*tches, f*ck rap!